Is history read, is it memorized; something to be given a cursory glance and indiscriminately stored in the dark recesses of the mind? No, history is experienced, history is to be seen and felt and grown from the triumphs and failures of those famed and nameless pioneers that set the paths of destiny for the millions that inhabit their legacies. History is not written, it is found by the few that immerse themselves in its undiscovered mysteries, those that bury themselves in its undiscovered mysteries, those that bury themselves in the ancient remnants of their predecessors. Their hands sift through that which others ignore, the perceived filth and clutter of the long forgotten; absorbing all the riches through the dirt walked by the greats that shaped our reality. No, history is not learned, it is unearthed by the people who wish to study that which created the present, those who leave their fingerprints on the artifacts and wonders of the ancestors of strangers and kin alike; the people who create history, by unearthing our pasts.
- MACABLING
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